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precious time, my private thoughts and my inner
pride . . . When I think of all the things I've given
you that you'll never be able to return . . .
But maybe, if we try really hard, we can squeeze your
hurtful lies, your unfaithful ways and your bullshit
excuses in YOUR suitcase along with those empty
apologies, those crocodile tears, and that glow-in-the dark
clock I never could stand.
Did you get all of your laundry? How about those boots you
left upstairs and the insincerities you left by my door . . .

Don't forget your toothbrush on my sink and while you're
at it, grab the deception that you left on the table.
Please . . . take it with you.
Just take what you came with, leave the genuine concern,
the precious affection and my priceless secrets here . . .
And my Playstation, too.
Is that everything?
Good.
Now leave your key by the door
And what you've lost on your mind.
While I gather what's left back together
And regain what I never should have given you.
Good riddance.
Easy.
I was another beautiful, young one, caught up, actin' sleazy,
My dignity was measly.
I was turned out by the glamour-of living that life,
My dreams and aspirations-of being that wife.
Married to the wallet, with the man attached,
Possible way out, so quick to react.
Add determination, and take away God,
I find my weak mind quivered from the backslide.
Blind leading blind,
Each hoping to find,
A gentleman to simply help them out and treat them kind.
Don't matter who's the boss,
Don't matter what the cost,
On any street you'll find another just like me lost.
There it goes again,
A beauty fallen,
Victim to thinking'
That her troubles now end.
Replacing mental with material, spiritual with visible,
God won't be found if you can't look past the physical.
It pained them all to watch me fall,
My potential hit a wall,
My dignity was lost,
And my confidence was false.
I followed the light so the darkness could repel,
I fought off those demons so the angels could rebel.
The sparkle in my eye dimmed from serving the wrong master,

I lived for here and now-didn't matter what happened
after . . .
It is He whom I love
But who keeps prayin' for me
To see the world through poetry?
He reopens my eyes
Lets me have a good laugh
When I sit down with my gurls
Reminisce 'bout our past.
Who's so extreme
That he's out of my mind
And erases all meaning
To the elapse of time.
You know and I know
We know he knows too
All the great things
His love and mercy can do.
It is he whom I love
Who's eclectic enough
To keep me intrigued
Not by only physical touch
He raises me spiritually
Lovingly ethically too
You can't tell me there ain't more
For great things he can do.
We curse him and cuss him
Lick him wid rockstone
But when-time we ready
He calls us back home
Lord I beg you
Shine down your mercy on me
For being oblivious
For being human a being
FOR ME AS A YOUNG LADY!

He's G-to the-O-D… God
Jehovah-Jhirah our king
And through this here poetry
I raise my words
And I sing.
Amen
You kiss me, touch me, and rub me with great anticipation
you grip my thigh, and grope my breast in high sexual frustration.
You ask me if I wanna go farther and like Floetry I say yes,
I'm smiling cause you have an obsession and it's with my breast.
I slowly undress you, and you do me,
my mind is running wild who ever thought this would be.
Suddenly...I feel pleasured pressure of penetration,
stroking the kitty slowly and in great concentration.
We intertwine with each other like locks of hair in a braid,
We are sweaty and out of breath as a sign of good love being made.
I wrap my caramel thighs around your honey brown waist,
You kiss and lick my breast and love making sweat you taste.
With every breath you thrust your large love inside,
I can tell your getting tired so I volunteer to ride.
I go up & down, and up & down, and up .... and down,
and I see your mouth is open but there is no sound.
You grip my hip and your eyes get wide,
Mines do to as you get large inside.
We go faster, and faster, and faster until we both reach the max,
and my body shakes as we both climax.
We sigh in satisfaction of the past thats been...
And look forward to the future cause it'll happen again
Mental anxiety,
Mental breakdowns,
Menstrual cramps,
Menopause...
Did you ever notice how all